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Continuing the theme of nasty sex talk week…

kidding! HI-O. Roosh is disgusting isn’t he?

I used to be a real clotheshorse back in my college days. That’s when I had disposable income – I decided I would start saving for retirement at 25 – and I liked to LOOK GOOD. I still LOOK SOOOO GOOD but now my primary expense is travel. Second is food and drink – mostly drink because I personally believe that drunks are good people, and non-drinkers are very, very bad (ask me about my empirical evidence) and third is books and maybe clothes. Well, maybe not last month, because I bought this rabbit-fur jacket, but that’s only because it is beautiful and warm and it reminds me of the real bunny I had to give away last year. And if anyone from PETA says anything right now, I’m going to eat a double cheeseburger with extra bacon while wearing it, don’t make me do it.

Anyway. Travel. This month I am all over Europe more than I’m at home, which is awesome. Because I don’t hostel, I probably spend a little, okay a lot, more money traveling than some people might and by some people I mean six months in South America. What I am getting at is that recently I hosted a friend who was traveling to Europe for the first time. I love her a lot, but sometimes, she really set my teeth on edge. She’s a picky eater (oh really? are we still 4 years old?), which is crazy-annoying to deal with in Europe because there are some weird foods – chicon anyone? It smells like garbage. It’s also bewildering to watch someone who has expressed worry about the American financial crisis spend nearly 500 euros on a Louis Vuitton bag at the tacky flagship on the Champs-Elysées. Or how about being afraid of the airport, costing nearly 100 euros and 2 hours to take a cab there and back (public transportation strike). I mean, after a week I could not even deal. It’s hard because I want to give visitors a great European Experience, but it’s Expensive, and Exhausting.

Really I just wanted to whine about all that. But therein lies a warning: if you do not bring your game face to Europe, you’re going to wind up doing what I want to do, which is eat steak tartare, drink champagne, go out to Versailles, and put your ass on a train to the airport with a quickness.

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Please stop posting. “I LIKE TO LOOK GOOD. I STILL LOOK SOOOO GOOD”. what the hell is wrong with you? your “european travels” are so god damn boring. jesus fuck-ing christ. you sound so spoiled and ignorant i could vomit.

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Were you drunk when you wrote this?

M.
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roosh you pussy-whipped beta, just stop her already!

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i jsut felt something hot in the back of my mouth…..
Roosh your blog is getting worse by the post

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@Anon: Couldn’t agree more.

These posts are stupid. Actually i’m not even sure what point was being made with the post. You need to bring your game face to Europe? Wtf does that mean? The person writing this acts like no one else has ever traveled anywhere before. Sally the intern comes off very self absorbed, unsophisticated, and immature.

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I agree with the above posters that this post is poorly written dribble.

Pick your travel companions carefully. I largely enjoy traveling alone, but have a few trusted friends that I never fail to invite to try to meet up with me. I feel bad for your friend that is a picky eater in western Europe. If she can’t find anything to eat there she wont be able to enjoy the other 90% of the world.

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Sally-

Keep it up. I too abjure the hostel circuit. In fact, I was fortunate never to have to stay in one–my first experiences in Europe were as a business executive traveling at the behest of governments and large corporations. When I do go to Europe on vacation I only stay in 4 star hotels and eat at Zagat rated restaurants. (If you’re smart you can find such offerings for bargain prices–I’ve stayed at the 4 Star Lotti on rue Castiglione for as little as $99 USD a night). And I never feel like I miss an “authentic” experience. I get to know other real Europeans, not the wretched (usually non-Euro) hucksters that prey upon stupid drunk American college students who are in town to “study” or back-pack. They’re the suckers who don’t get to see the real Europe.

T. AKA Ricky Raw
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I hate hostels too.

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The topic is always interesting — travel companions and what our preferences say about who were are.

One observation I had is that I tend to enjoy blogs/writings where the author comes up with a thesis and then illustrates/justifies it through stories and examples. Roissy does this well.

The writing I enjoy less are those that seem like unfiltered rants or just mental vomit put to paper. The best bloggers are really just good writers who write online.

virgle kent
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I had a friend who stayed at a Hostel once… he got the AIDS…. that is all

The G Manifesto
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I love steak tartare.

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Ok, I’m all for a little variety. However, this broads posts are verging on minimal cogency and zero value. You’re ranting. Start putting thought into your posts or straight up pull the plug. Roosh, do something…..

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i think i want to take one more crack at staying in a hostel. for the forced camaraderie.

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Let me think, your “cheap” rabbit fur jacket doesn’t have a LV label, so this will make you better then your the girlfriend, who paid 500 bucks in a purse.
Please just don’t tell me that YOU ARE worried with the World crises.

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Lots of hate today

David Alexander
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I agree with my fellow black commenters and announce my hate for hostels and their railway equivalent, the couchette…

Yeah, I’d rather ride a suburban train to a cheap, but clean and safe hotel than go play in a hostel. I ended up doing that in San Francisco, and it was certainly well worth it…

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rubbish post

For a man spending so much time in a fucking coffee house you would think you would find better shit to write about than letting this drivel on to your blog. Your readers have grown up with you.

Even if it is about some old dude who might stop to tell you to cut your hair …hippy….

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Can I just add that “hostel” is no more a verb than “summer,” as in, “where do you summer?” It sounds completely obnoxious! Hostels are great for people who want to travel but can’t necessarily pay a lot for hotels, or don’t really want pay a lot, or any of the other myriad reasons people stay at hostels. It’s strange to be defensive about them considering hostels serves their purpose as do hotels.

Also, I haven’t heard anything specific about this girl’s travels in Europe, other than absurd complaining. For example, is there a cool shop, scenic spot, or restaurant she has discovered that she’d like to share, or an interesting fact about a town or country? Sounds rather bland and ordinary.

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Wow.

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People love to hate. I understand what she was saying. I sympathize. If I want to read about “cool shops” or “scenic spots” I’ll read Fodor’s.

She writes as if she were writing in a journal. It isn’t Roosh. His journal entries are about old men in coffee shops.

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Maybe Sally is a member of some secret society of blue-blood intelligentsia we’ve never heard of, and this post was just a put on. I hope?

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No, no, her “journal” is reflective of the fact that she hasn’t done anything. For example, if you have discovered or done cool/interesting things while traveling then you’re usually excited and eager to share them. Sally just sounds like a boring person using “European” travels as a cover. A travel journal does usually include some reflection on your travels, other than, “Europeans are different.” Oh really? Thank you Captain Obvious.

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“If I want to read about “cool shops” or “scenic spots” I’ll read Fodor’s.”

Fodors sucks.

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I’m rather curious what this girl — who has about as much rhetorical ability as a dead giraffe — did to win roosh’s favor. I’m leaning towards the idea of her getting pooped on. Perhaps next post?

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that post was like an insight into the head of a hairdresser

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Sally, if you do indeed LOOOK SOOO GOOOD, and your Euro-travels take you to Budapest, look me up and I’ll take you out for some goulash.

That said, your last paragraph there makes no sense. No game face = eating steak tartare and drinking champagne? What happens if some intrepid tourist shows up *with* game face? Eating gold-flaked truffles and drinking Remy Cointreau?

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sally is retarded. roosh turned into a beta male by letting her post on his wall. This move was pure beta. I think Roissy is the real man here.

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